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When John got home from the clinic he was slightly concerned to discover that Sherlock wasn't home. He knew that Mycroft's security detail had lost him earlier in the day, but frankly that wasn't unusual. John sometimes wondered if he should volunteer to be one of Mycroft's men in black, he'd received top marks in his E&E at Sandhurst and he definitely thought he couldn't make a worse job of it. Sherlock's regular disappearances weren't really concerning to John, if he hadn't heard from in 24 hours he would start to get worried, but for now it was just an opportunity for some time alone.
He grabbed a shower, a long shower, a luxury rarely afforded in 221b, he changed into comfortable tracky bottoms and a baggy jumper, and sat down to watch some crud telly. Twenty-five minutes later he was aware his fingers were glowing. He knew it to be a side effect of the magic, when he was younger, and used magic daily he had moments when his whole body had glowed, the excess power pouring out of him. This was the same, earlier in the day he'd tried a small experiment with his mobile phone, it had been unsuccessful although partly because Mycroft had called him in the middle of it to complain about Sherlock's absence. The power he had invoked to play with the phone hadn't worn out, and now it was demanding his attention.
He thought about scrying for Sherlock, a nice simple spell that would wear out the excess magic and possibly get Mycroft off his back. Then he looked at the kitchen, at Sherlock's experiments and a whole different thought came to him. If Sherlock could experiment with dangerous thinks, cyanide injected into fruit, arsenic in the sugar bowl, and hydrochloric tea. Then he certainly could, just a few little things John thought, maybe some telekinesis or physical levitation. He was feeling slightly giddy, and ran to his bedroom, under the bed was a case his Grandmother had left him, he opened the oak box, checked the contents where all there, then with a slight giggle dragged it downstairs.
When Sherlock and Keri returned to Baker Street, Keri could sense the magic pulsing down the street. Normally John gave out an underlying static energy which she could sense all the time. Today that magic was treacle thick and smelt of sulfur. When she told Sherlock he looked at her oddly, obviously he couldn't sense the power, and asked her if it was something they needed to worry about. She wasn't sure, but she asked him to be on his guard. John was conducting vast amounts of magic, seemingly without direction, and without leaving Sherlock alone she couldn't investigate.
When they walked into the flat, Keri changed into her demon form. She couldn't believe that Sherlock couldn't see the bright magical lights flowing from under his door. However when Sherlock opened the flat door, even he without any magical sight or power could see that something major was going on.
John with the most peaceful look upon his face was standing on the coffee table in the middle of the living room. His magic was webbing across the room, and where it touched furniture or objects they glowed with power, and in the case of the sofa floated off the ground. Sherlock's long dead peace lily grew and flowered, withered and died and grew again as the waves of power hit it. The fire sparked in the grate, the kitchen hummed and buzzed of it's own accord, and the box at John's feet expelled it's contents repeatedly in answer to it's owners gentle hand movements.
"John?" Sherlock called, before Keri flashing between her two forms hushed him.
"Just watch Sherlock, this is what you wanted to understand wasn't it? This is John's true form; this is the power of magic in its raw experimental form. This is what we are, what do you think?"
"Beautiful, it's just beautiful!" Sherlock gasped "Does it? Is he being hurt by it?"
"No Sherlock, I'm fine how long have you been watching?" John called his voice hollow and distant
"A few minutes, what's all this for?" he asked his friend, looking up into his smiling face.
"I was experimenting, why should you have all the fun? Oh Sherlock it feels wonderful, come up here I'll show you!"
Without another word Sherlock climbed beside his friend on the coffee table, and as soon as John took his hand he was engulfed in the bright magical light. He felt like the whole world was channeled through them, and reaching out towards his skull on the mantelpiece was delighted as it flew towards him and he caught it. He looked at John, who was laughing hysterically, and for no other reason than the glorious feelings running through his body, Sherlock started laughing as well.
It was some hours later that the exhausted pair, collapsed in their chairs spoke to each other again. They had played with levitation, reanimation and transfiguration for longer than either of them knew. Eventually however fatigue had set in, and they had taken their seats, the remains of John's magic crackling and fizzing around them like fireworks. Keri with little else to do chased these screaming serpents of power, attempting to catch them in her claws.
"I think I'm going to enjoy this, John" Sherlock announced finally
"What?" John asked a little dazed
"Your experimenting" Sherlock answered "If your going to control the whole family someday we'll have to keep practicing" John spluttered and looked at his friend as if he'd gone mad.
"What are you talking about Sherlock?" he asked.
"You John, are the heir to Keri's power, one day" he gave a wide sweep with his hand "all this will be yours."
"KERIDWYN?" John yelled at the top of his voice.
Harry Potter refs
Silliness
And a slight nod to Slash fics!
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